But Song Ying'an remembered his father's words very clearly, because those were the last words his father said to him.
"An An, Daddy is leaving. You have to live well. It's Daddy's fault that he couldn't watch you grow up, but Daddy will turn into a star in the sky and always watch over you. I just hope you can live well."
Song Ying'an didn't know whether his father had turned into a star, but ever since his father said this, whenever Song Ying'an missed his family, he would look up at the sky. This has become a habit over a long period of time.
As for his father saying that he hopes he can live a good life, Song Yingan turned his head to look at Lin Xuanjiao who was looking at the sky. Maybe he can really live a good life in the future. If his father is in heaven, he should be happy for him!
Song Ying'an touched the small wooden sculpture in his pocket, feeling a little uneasy. The small wooden sculpture he carved this morning was destroyed by the last cut, so he carved another one this afternoon. He just didn't know if Lin Xuanjiao would like it.
Song Ying'an stroked the small wooden sculpture in his pocket, unable to make up his mind.
Lin Xuanjiao, who had seen enough of the stars in the sky, looked away and saw that Song Yingan's hands were still in his pockets. Judging from his movements, there seemed to be something in his pockets.
Lin Xuanjiao was very curious: "What's in your pocket?"
Song Ying'an, who was struggling, stopped stroking the small wooden sculpture when he heard Lin Xuanjiao's voice. Forget it, there is no need to worry about it now.
Song Ying'an directly took out the small wooden sculpture from his pocket and handed it to Lin Xuanjiao, saying a little embarrassedly, "This is a wooden sculpture I carved myself. I hope you like it."
Seeing that Song Ying'an had prepared a gift for her, Lin Xuanjiao happily took the wooden sculpture handed to her by Song Ying'an, held it in her hand and saw the full appearance of the small wooden sculpture in the moonlight.
The wood carving was of a person, and Lin Xuanjiao was very familiar with this person. Looking at the puppet, Lin Xuanjiao's face was filled with surprise. "Song Ying'an, this wood carving of yours is me, right? It must be. I recognized it right away."
Seeing Lin Xuanjiao's delight at receiving the wood carving, Song Ying'an breathed a sigh of relief. He then curled his lips and smiled, "Yes! I carved it based on yours. I didn't expect you to recognize it."
Lin Xuanjiao rolled her eyes. "I'm not blind. You carved it so similarly, how could I not recognize it?"
"Is it really similar?" Song Ying'an was a little uncertain. Although he carved it according to Lin Xuanjiao, he was also very unconfident in his heart, or he had no confidence in himself at all.
Lin Xuanjiao nodded vigorously, placed the small wooden sculpture next to her cheek, looked at Song Ying'an and said, "Look, do we look alike?"
Song Ying'an looked at Lin Xuanjiao with tenderness in his eyes: "Like, as long as you like it."
Lin Xuanjiao laughed heartily, "Of course I like it, but since you gave me a gift, it would be a bit unreasonable for me not to give you one!"
Song Ying'an quickly shook his head: "I'm already very happy that you can accept my gift, don't think about preparing a gift for me."
"Yes, yes. Gift giving needs to be reciprocated to last. It can't be one-sided. Let me think about what I can give you!"
After Lin Xuanjiao said this, she was thinking about what she could give Song Yingan. It was absolutely impossible for her to carve wood sculptures like Song Yingan. She was a clumsy person and even if she carved her hands until they bled, she might not be able to carve out a human figure.
But if she doesn't do it herself, the gift she bought with money will seem too careless. But what can she do as a clumsy person?
After frowning and thinking for a while, Lin Xuanjiao finally remembered the cashmere yarn she bought to kill time. When she thought of the cashmere yarn, Lin Xuanjiao's eyes lit up.
How could she forget such an item? You know, this is her specialty. Knitting a sweater for Song Yingan is perfect. However, the weather is hot now and sweaters are not suitable for such weather. But there is nothing she can do. This is the only thing she can make.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuanjiao patted Song Ying'an on the shoulder and said, "Song Ying'an, I know what to give you, but I have to wait a while for this gift. I will definitely give you a surprise when the time comes."
Hearing this, Song Ying'an did not continue to refuse. He was also very curious about what gift Lin Xuanjiao would give him. Of course, he would like whatever Lin Xuanjiao gave him.
Lin Xuanjiao couldn't let go of the wooden figurine in her hand. The figurine was so exquisitely carved. Looking at the miniature version of herself, Lin Xuanjiao felt that it was particularly cute. She really didn't expect Song Yingan's carving skills to be so strong.
Lin Xuanjiao really didn't know what Song Ying'an was thinking, as he was so inferior to others despite his good carpentry skills.
But how did Song Yingan learn such amazing carpentry skills by herself? Lin Xuanjiao had never thought that someone would teach Song Yingan carpentry skills.
Not to mention Song Yingan's embarrassing situation in the village, just say that at that time, skills are precious, and the whole family depends on their skills to make a living. Who would be so reluctant to pass on their own skills?
"Song Ying'an, do you do all the carpentry work by yourself?"
Song Yingan nodded. He had lived alone since he was a child. When he was bored, he could only carve wood to pass the time. The carving tools were left by his family.
By carving according to the patterns on the furniture in his home, Song Yingan finally figured it out on his own over time.
Lin Xuanjiao's eyes sparkled. "Song Ying'an, you're amazing! You know, it takes a lot of effort to do carpentry work well."
Song Ying'an looked into Lin Xuanjiao's eyes, and his heart seemed to stop beating at that moment. Those eyes were full of admiration and trust for him. This kind of look would never appear on Song Ying'an in his memory, but he actually had it now.
For some reason, Song Ying'an's eyes suddenly felt a little sore at this moment. He immediately looked away, not wanting Lin Xuanjiao to notice that something was wrong with him.
Because Song Ying'an's movements were so natural, Lin Xuanjiao didn't even notice them. She continued to praise him, "So, you have to be confident. You're no worse than anyone else."
Song Ying'an nodded randomly as a response to what Lin Xuanjiao said. He didn't want to talk because that would reveal his true emotions. He didn't want Lin Xuanjiao to find out that the person she found was so useless and cried at the slightest provocation.
Perhaps because Lin Xuanjiao was so happy to receive the small wooden sculpture carved by Song Yingan, she really didn't notice anything unusual about Song Yingan. If it were before, Lin Xuanjiao would have noticed it long ago. After all, if Song Yingan was in any mood, Lin Xuanjiao would have noticed it immediately.
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